These Pines

These pines are not the ones that I'm used to They won't carry me home when I cry Am I too far gone to recover Or can I turn if I try? Should I trade my soul for another? Should I stay and pretend that I'm happy? Like so many times before Yeah, these pines are not mine They don't smell so sweet Like the ones in my mind And I search the needles 'til I run out of time But I don't see you in these pines [Unverified] I stumble or falter my words When I'm saying everything is all right? I'm not one to release my depression But these trees bring it out every night Well, I don't talk 'cos I'm trying to listen To the wind take me home through these leaves But it's quiet and don't hear nothing 'Cos the wind doesn't blow through these trees